30 Minutes Walk to the Past : Part 1

[This took me sweats and tears to finish it. The 2nd version from the one excidently shut before. Watch out for part two soon!]

Big Plate. One of our favourite family dining spot, famous for its mushroom soup. When was the last time that we ever get together like this? It’s been really hard since all of us have our own agendas. Me and my lectures, Abah and his daily basis, Mak with her job in the office and Ijat [sometimes I called him Aie] preparing for his SPM. A slight shine of heaven like this had definitely made me happy. Then, Mak went for the washroom, Abah gone to foot the bill, me and Aie pulling each other’s legs on the table. We got back to the car and put on the seat belt. Safety first! Abah in the driver’s couch suddenly uttered, “I feel like driving to our old house.” He definitely froze the time from whatever we were doing at that time. So watch out Kg. Melayu Subang, here we come!

Yep. I can feel the blood rushing down my vein with excitement at that moment. The rusty pages from the old diary started to flick, one after another out of the head, slowly, calmly, wrapping up our air, wrapping up our emotions. Yep. 16 long memorable years… “There’s the road to our house!” Abah said abruptly pointing to a space that appeared to be a road leading to another place. But the car strolled straight ahead instead. “Just a sec. I thought we’re going to that house!” frantically the rest of us moaned in disappointment. “Just a sneak peek!” Abah replied.

The drive was rather bumpy, constructions going here and there. New shops and old shops crowd together. Vehicles bustling in and out of the town. Airplanes flying up and touching down the lane. It’s normal scenery for the rest of the people living there. But to us, long after we had left that dear place of us, gazed in awe as a red Fokker, perhaps Fokker-50 manoeuvred lowly to the ground, indicating that it’s about to land. “Awesome!” Aie stared at it, jaws dropped, not even a blink of an eye as it tailed the plane down the jet way. Poor Aie. He was too small to remember those days. He was barely a year when we left the place. And me. Sweet little 4 years old pony tail with a hell of a mouth. I wonder where that mouth had gone to.